The Shadow Mound is, as the word says, an eerie place.
Dill rode on a black horse and walked slowly forward, the bright green waves of grass like a receding tide replaced by the influx of cold and wet water.
Mist such as gray veil-like layers covered in the forest agar top, the more into, the more you cannot see the light. Night and day seem to make no difference here; from time to time, there is a flying shadow around the wings flashing, bursts of weird air hissing seem to be a warning to trespassers, and even when you breathe, the air has become thick and heavy.
It is indeed a very suitable place for ghosts.
It wasn't that Dill hadn't been tempted to retreat, but she'd been through so much and had been away from Miller's Hollow for so long that the word "witch" had a honeyed sweetness and nostalgia just chewing on her teeth, and she missed her fellow witches, with the exception of the old ones like Oya, of course.
A dark witch who could manipulate shadows. Dill was both scared and intrigued. She couldn't guarantee they were good, but eating children? Oh, Milda was also said by the Church to be a woman slut who specialized in sucking men's essence; the fierce Bertha was even better, as she was wanted under the title of a woman slut and murderer in one of the small kingdoms of the Junri River.
As for what she'd done, Amber was outwardly stern and forbidding her to ask, but privately she laughed and said that an impulsive Bertha had gone straight for the silver axe and chased three naked werewolves back into their bodies through the streets.
Most importantly, if that person is really a powerful witch, then Dill may be able to pray to the other party to ask for some guidance and commandments about the future. The weak witch praying to the big witch for teaching is the most respectful and courteous behavior, not to mention that there is also the [divinity] buff so that she does not need to be afraid of any witch's magic power. Dill silently thanked the Moon Goddess in her mind
Though the fog was thick, she could still recognize the objects in front of her, and Dill could vaguely see the outline of a spire-like structure, with even the smoke of wolves breaking free from the web of the fog and penetrating the canopy of the towering trees, all signs that proved to be human activity.
Dill hurriedly urged the black horse, somewhat impatient to see the mysterious and powerful elder.
The horse's hooves quickly lifted the fog, and Dill took a look, surprised but also greatly disappointed.
It was not a mysterious tower, but several gorgeous tents decorated with golden spikes and plumes, and several bronze-scaled armor guard knights holding golden anchors, one by one like a statue standing upright, faithfully guarding outside the tent.
Is this the mysterious place where the Black Witch resides? It was more like a backyard garden used by nobles for camping.
Dill pushed back her disappointment and turned her horse's head to leave, only to collide with the head of another horse coming right at her.
"No offense!"
A woman's high-pitched voice of command rang out just as the sharp golden anchor was about to be pointed at the young girl's throat, and Dill couldn't help but mentally curse the back luck as she heard a bout of armor shifting and heavy footsteps behind her.
Dill tucked in her big white goose and hurriedly pulled the black horse backward.
It was an exquisite carriage, equipped with four handsome red horses, and the riders on it were also knights with gold and bronze armor, so it was thought that the person escorted inside was the owner of this camp.
The other guards hurriedly came and formed a circle to keep outsiders away, Dill watched as a hand with a large emerald ring lifted the curtain, first waving for the guards to retreat, and only then did she unveil the mysterious veil.
A richly dressed middle-aged noblewoman was looking at herself without blinking. The woman had a thin chin and a stately face, though the beauty of her youth was evident in those gentle blue almond eyes.
Her chests front was adorned with elegant pale yellow lace and several pearls, and as the woman tried to come down, a cloak of soft green velvet hung heavy and draped, held carefully in the palms of her hands by two maids of honor.